In the distance, Qin Changqing and his companions observed the unfolding scene through their telescopes.
"Impossible!" someone exclaimed, disbelief thick in their voice. "The barbarian warriors… they're kneeling? What on earth is happening?"
The agents of the Special Affairs Bureau were frozen in shock. Moments ago, they had all assumed that the mysterious tourist—a lone figure amidst a sea of brutality—was doomed. Surely, he would be pulverized by the savage barbarian soldiers, reduced to nothing more than bloodied fragments.
Yet now, those same warriors, once symbols of unyielding ferocity, were on their knees, immobilized. Their defiance was gone, as though an invisible hand had pressed them into submission.
Standing amidst the humbled warriors was the enigmatic figure, his presence looming over them like a celestial decree. His gaze carried a quiet dominance, distant yet absolute, as though addressing mere insects unworthy of his attention.
"Who… who is he?" Qin Changqing muttered, his throat dry, pupils contracting in disbelief. A heavy silence hung over him, broken only by the tremor in his own thoughts.
In that moment, he felt it—a force that defied explanation. It was not of the mortal realm, a presence that surged like an eternal tide, unyielding and beyond comprehension. The man standing there, seemingly alone, was no ordinary being.
No, this was someone who had transcended mortality.
The mysterious figure—Xia Chuan—smiled faintly, satisfaction flickering in his eyes. His voice, steady and cold, resonated across the battlefield:
"You dare stand before me? No. You will kneel, and only then are you permitted to speak."
The kneeling barbarian soldiers quivered. It didn't matter how imposing their physiques had been moments ago. Reduced to crawling insects, they could only lift their eyes to meet the towering figure above them, a being whose presence crushed them like an emperor towering over mere vassals.
"Insignificant," Xia Chuan muttered.
Amid the sea of submission, a furious roar erupted.
"Blasphemy!"
A barbarian general, seven meters tall and clad in rock-like armor, trembled with rage. His voice boomed like a landslide, echoing across the landscape.
"This humiliation… This disgrace! A mere alien dares command us to kneel? Unforgivable!"
The general's fury was palpable. He was no ordinary soldier, but a commander of the Rock Tribe, an indomitable force that ruled over tens of thousands. Never before had he been brought to his knees, much less by the mere presence of a lone outsider.
Boom!
A violent eruption of vitality tore through the air as the barbarian general's rage ignited into raw power. His qi surged like a volcanic explosion, scorching the very air around him. The earth beneath him trembled, and the temperature rose drastically, the battlefield now suffused with blistering heat.
Even under the crushing weight of a hundredfold gravity, the barbarian general refused to yield completely. Its colossal frame quaked, muscles straining, veins bulging like coiled ropes beneath its skin. Clenching its mace, the general growled, determined to rise and deliver a killing blow to Xia Chuan.
"Thousandfold gravity."
Xia Chuan's voice was calm, devoid of emotion. With a mere flick of his thoughts, the oppressive force multiplied tenfold.
Boom!
The barbarian general, who had barely risen to his feet, was slammed back into the ground with a thunderous crash. The earth beneath it caved in, forming a massive crater shaped by the general's gargantuan body. Blood gushed from its eyes, ears, nose, and mouth, painting the dirt beneath it red. Internally, its organs had been pulverized, compressed under the unbearable weight of Xia Chuan's power.
Under a hundredfold gravity, the general could at least struggle. But under a thousandfold gravity, it was utterly broken, reduced to a quivering, immobilized husk.
"Ant," Xia Chuan remarked coldly, his gaze cutting like a blade. "Did I give you permission to move?"
The barbarian general's eyes widened in horror as Xia Chuan's words seemed to seal its fate.
Bang!
Its massive body burst apart like an overfilled water balloon. Blood, flesh, and shattered bones scattered across the ground, leaving nothing but a grotesque stain where the mighty general had once stood.
The battlefield fell deathly silent.
In the distance, the members of the Special Affairs Bureau watched in abject terror.
"That's… impossible," one of them whispered, their voice trembling.
"The barbarian general… it's dead?" another stammered.
This was no ordinary foe. The Bureau had classified beings of the barbarian general's strength as catastrophic-level threats. Defeating one required an entire military legion, with precise coordination, heavy artillery, and carpet bombing just to stand a chance. Their speed alone was a nightmare—capable of leaping hundreds of meters in an instant and vanishing over miles in seconds.
Yet Xia Chuan had obliterated the general with nothing more than a glance.
"It's… absurd," someone muttered, shaking their head as though to dispel a waking nightmare. "No one should have that kind of power."
The remaining barbarian warriors trembled in fear, their earlier bravado evaporating like mist under the sun. This mysterious being wasn't someone they could comprehend, let alone defy.
Their strongest general had been reduced to nothing more than a stain on the ground. And the man responsible had done it effortlessly.
Regret clawed at their hearts. They had never imagined that their invasion of this world—so full of promise and riches—would end like this. Had they known a monster like this existed, they would have fled back to their world without hesitation.
Xia Chuan's steps echoed across the battlefield, each one carrying the weight of inevitability. The gravity field spread out further, dragging tens of thousands of barbarian warriors to the ground. Even the smallest movements became impossible. Some struggled to lift a finger, but even that effort was futile.
"I want to invade Xuanhuangxing? Who gave you the courage?" Xia Chuan's voice thundered across the battlefield, echoing in the hearts of every barbarian. His tone carried the finality of divine judgment, making the warriors feel as though their very souls were crushed beneath his power.
He strode through the sea of immobilized bodies, the only being capable of walking freely amidst the oppressive domain. The sound of his footsteps was a drumbeat of despair, loud enough to drown out even the breaths of the soldiers. To the barbarians, each step seemed to press further onto their chests, suffocating them.
"Mercy… mercy!"
The once-proud warriors now groveled, their eyes filled with fear and desperation. Their spirits had been shattered, their will broken.
"Spare us! We were wrong!" they begged, their voices trembling, their courage long extinguished.
But Xia Chuan did not reply immediately. He looked down at them, his expression indifferent, as though weighing their worth. To him, they were no different from dust beneath his feet, undeserving of mercy.